Downright Despondent, Disturbed and Depressed
April17
I’m having a day here in sunny Saint Charles. It’s one of those days where you rethink everything you’re doing and have done and wondering what the fuck you were thinking.
This turns quickly into feeling like you’re a failure but that everyone’s being too nice to tell you about it.
Shit.
How do you snap yourself out of this black hole of self doubt and loathing?
When I’m down like that I usually go splurge and buy myself something nice to cheer myself up…and if that doesn’t work a dozen margaritas or so usually does the trick…
Get outside for a while. Soak up some sun. Seriously.
Booze. Lots of booze. And chocolate.
You… a failure?? Hell no!
ditto on all of the above… sunshine, vodka, chocolate and loads of internet HUGS!!
You give the kiddos to Daver and come to Chi-town to hang out with MEEEE!
two words: rent superbad
i hope you feel better soon.
Wine? The love of your blog readers? More wine?
You cannot possibly be a failure. I hope all is well, or shortly will be.
Dude, reread some of your past posts and SEE that you are NOT a failure, no way no how. That being said, everyone gets to have a pity party, so have one, you’ve been thru some shit and need to let it out.
You know me, it’s all about cocktails when I’m feeling blue but I have to agree with Heather, the sun has some serious healing powers for the blues. If it’s around where you are I’d go soak some up and then go soak myself, if you know what I mean.
I’m sorry you’re feelin like crap, it SUCKS. Can I beat someone up for you, just for fun?
Plant beans or sunflowers. Not quite instant gratification, but it’s pretty quick. Or cook something.
Basically any small project that makes you feel, even just for a nanosecond, like a mini-goddess who is capable of divine creation.
Oh God I hate those days, those “I’m 39 and look at this pathetic waste of a life I’ve led” days, where inevitably the husband whose successfully started a number of businesses and made tons of cash walks in and announces that he’s also having a personal day of angst and makes you feel. even. TINIER. Hate ’em. I usually have a big glass of wine and try and remember that I may have had my 15 minutes when I was 17, but at least they weren’t doing the perp walk on television or anything. Could be worse. Could always be worse.
Beer, much beer.
Or a trip to Houston so you can see how bad it really can be.
If you ever figure out the answer to that, please pass it along to me. My husband would be ever so grateful. *hugs* you.
Well, I thought resigning from my job would do it. Turns out I was wrong.
Ususally it is my little man telling me “I love you Mommy,” about 100 times per day that keeps me out of the hole.
And the reality is NO ONE, (unless they are in some kind of mind control cult) is 100% HAPPY all the time. We all ebb and flow, such is life. This too shall pass. Hug your babies tight.
Could this be hormonal, since you had the chemical pregnancy? If you can’t climb out within a few days, perhaps you need to let your doctor know. I know I don’t need to tell you that since you are a nurse, but I am anyway.
Sending a HUG and prayers your way.
I wish I knew.
Really. I wish I knew.
Hugs my friend.
vodka, of course.
😉
oh, er… now… um… i would have to say reminding myself what my priorities are, and making sure that i get myself in line with them (like right now, family is a way bigger priority than my acting, so when I feel crappy about my acting, I remind myself that it’s not my top priority right now)
Very large and strong margaritas!!
Seriously.
I am so sorry that you are having such a hard time. Please know I am thinking about you and wishing there was something I could do to help you.
shoot. i came here hoping to surface from my black hole. maybe we should go check Get In The Car!
I muddle through. That’ll be my epitaph…”I’ll muddle through, somehow…”
If your children survive the day intact (or even partly intact), then you haven’t failed. Success as we measure it has become nearly impossible…we’ve forgotten the small things…
I have to go, but I hope you’ll feel better about life when you wake. “See” you Monday…
Shade and Sweetwater,
K
Darling Becky,
It’s just one of those days….and it will pass. The knowledge of that will help. Take a look around you, two beautiful healthy kids, one fabulous husband, the sun is shinning….then, grab a rather large glass, fill with ice, add Jack and Diet, and give your Aunt Kimmy a call……
email me if you want the number!
k
I heard that that Sarah Marshall movie is suppose to be hilarious. You can go see that. I am sure it’s playing at Marcus Theater in Addison.
Have you ever tried Bach’s Flower Essence? A lot of people use Rescue Remedy on themselves and their pets to calm stress. Also, they make one specific to self loathing – black cherry, I think. If it lingers, worth a try. I have come to accept getting self loathing during the PMS zone.
Yeah- sounds like you need a girls weekend– or night out with the hubby alone! Call a babysitter and get out of the house! Doll yourself up and get to feeling better!
I usually have a glass of wine and an entire box of macaroni and cheese, which makes me feel ill and even more self-loathing. So probably all the suggestions of sunlight and funny movies are better.
Hope you feel better soon.